[C.]
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I got hell, can't you see
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I got hell, written all over me
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[1.]
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Riding with the living dead I'm riding high I'm riding free, yeah
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The thoughts that fill up my head are wicked and obscene
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So if you're riding with me, your riding damned, free from the grace of god
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Demoneyes yeah deamonlife, see with my eyes and keep yours shut
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[2.]
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We all have beasts that dwell within, and I have set mine free
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I've let loose my devil spree, to fill the emptiness in me
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I've sold my soul to a carnal ghoul, the devil? I've shaked his hand
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I sold my soul and then time takes its toll, forever I stay damned
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[REPEAT C.]
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[3.]
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Burning as I feel the flames getting higher, will I become a victim of my own desires
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Still I'm more then satisfied, with my life, yeah the life of the wild side
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As you carry on your pathetic existence, I'll be my own god and master
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And I'll keep on spitting on your beliefs, and I'll keep laughing at your chosen one
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[REPEAT C. x3]
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[4.]
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Riding with the living dead I'm riding high I'm riding free, yeah
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The thoughts that fill up my head are wicked and obscene
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I've sold my soul to a carnal ghoul, the devil? I've shaked his hand
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I sold my soul to rock'n'roll, forever I stay damned
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[REPEAT C.]
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Hell Written
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| Edge Of Sanity |
